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The Sweetest Alpha | H.S. by kiwi-cherry
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[a harry styles fanfiction] - werewolf!harry ▪︎ ▪︎ The man put every other man she'd ever known to shame. None of them even came close to comparing to her husband. And from the soft expression on her face, he could tell she was thinking that he was being sweet again. He sighed, but she just kissed him on the lips. "You're so--" "Ferocious. Protective. Smart." He interrupted on purpose. "All that." She grinned. "But you're also sweet, handsome, sexy--" His loud groan cut her off. "Don't go around describing me as 'sweet'. No one--with the exception of my mother--thinks I'm sweet." "I do." She assured him. And he truly was the sweetest Alpha male in the world. He was her sweet Alpha. ▪︎ ▪︎ [not my original story]
Muse [h.s.] by exquisitestylesx
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Golden Book Two Golden. My favorite song written off the album - the first song I wrote about her - Aurelia Moon. My golden girl. She's had me wrapped around my finger since the night we met. Our memories run on repeat in my mind everyday since I last saw her. She's the light of my life, my sun and moon. Only now, her gaze is not filled with light; her eyes are hard and glaring, and I'm at fault. My heart plummets and sinks in my chest but I force a smile on the outside. "Aurelia..." I say with a forced smirk. I love saying her name and I know she always loved hearing it. "Still my muse, even now." My heart quickens with hope when I see the goosebumps rise on her soft skin. Even after all this time. *mature and explicit content*
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Golden [h.s.] by exquisitestylesx
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It's been a while since I've last seen him, and just the mere mention of this man's presence makes the blood in my veins sing. I can almost hear his voice calling my name. "Aurelia...." he'd slowly drag, his tongue licking his lips each time before pulling into a sinful smirk. "My muse...you have complete control of me, you know that, don't you?" I shudder at the memory, recalling the intensity of his green gaze. He'd always call me his muse, his inspiration. His golden girl. My mouth runs dry. I want nothing to do with this man; so why is it that my body disobeys me? Why is it that goosebumps rise on my skin at the thought of seeing him again? *mature and explicit content*